Fighting crews arrive running right rampant
Spend the night with me, we'll talk and
Its obvious i'm hot, your daughters in my ash tray
He's a buster anyway, i can take him any day
With the insanest blast and everyone will die from inhaling ash
So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass
But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas
I likely will be chased through hell with missiles raining ash,
Money ain't a thing
But im sick of the fighting
Mark my words, better die off fighting/
Frightening, so fucking frightening
As far as these bars, my flow life sentence
But she's not fighting internally, vengeance
Fighting vicious like please
Cause there could never be peace
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